What is The Machine, you might ask.
Well, The Machine is the cold and the grey force making everything dull and bland in its way. It is the antithesis to laughter. The Machine is a thief of your attention. It is the pursuit of ever-expanding markets and techno-centric visions. It is utilitarianism. It is ugliness. The Machine is a failed attempt at an Earthly Paradise.
So no, we are not fans of The Machine. Not in the least. We prefer the long, long walks in the night. The masterfully hand-painted backgrounds of old cartoons. The rootedness of historic places and the skewed wooden floors. We prefer The fog in the mountains. The weird traditions and country musicians. The intuition. We prefer The Spirit over The Machine.